arrows always fell short of the thing, or to the left of it, or to the right. No one could hit it.
Now Blue Jay's two daughters were not on the shore. They had been sent into the woods to dig potentilla roots. While they were digging, the younger said to the older, "I wish we could shoot at the great shining thing." The elder sister went on digging with never a word in answer. After a little while the younger sister said again, "I wish we could shoot at the great shining thing." Again the elder sister went on digging without answering a word. The younger sister repeated her wish a third time and a fourth, and yet the elder sister went on digging in silence.
When for the fifth time the younger sister had said, "I wish we could shoot at the great shining thing," the elder sister stood up straight and replied, "Well, our father has arrows." Then she gathered her potentilla roots into her basket and started home. The younger sister gathered her roots into her basket and followed.
When they reached home at sunset, the animals were all sad at not having shot the great shining thing.
The next morning the daughters of Blue Jay started for potentilla roots before their father was awake. They carried off quietly two of his bows
